rarmaster

You were rain that pours and never stops, never roars, and is never still. You were the sighs and smiles of shores that breathe. You were the wind that swayed the waves of gold wheat where I hid but did not live; did not live until your words were whispered into them. You were the gracious moon that waxed and waned so the stars could be seen and I, dog eared and fox eyed, was caught by the constellation of you. For I shied and shrunk from the sun, that shone too bright, too brilliant, until I learnt to set my heart upon the dying light but now it is night and you were hello and I was ever a constant goodbye.